5:09 PM |
Codladh fada, codladh domhain.
Eirigh! Amharc sios, Aldebaran.
Siuil liom rid an realta dearg; Deireadh, deireadh an turas.
Realtod, realtog dearg.
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Long sleep, deep sleep; rise! Look down, Aldebaran. Walk with me through the red stars; to the end, the end of the journey. Star, red star.
...Somehow that doesn't sound half as nice as it does in Irish Gaelic. :[
Elves don't do homework, I know [they have archery lessons, instead of having to learn about coordinate geometry and logarithims]; but this one has to.
I know, how terribly mortal. *snickers*
Still though, I've been playing Celtic music in the background as I've been working; and it's lovely. If only I was in Ireland! -with far, rolling fields and grey veiled hills and willows whispering like the lyrical praising of a hundred thousand forgotten elves...
...Sometimes I feel as if I should've been born a couple of centuries earlier. I find myself trying to relegate things of the NOW into things that were and have long since passed away; and I reckon I'd do much better in Module 101: The History Of Gondor; as compared to IS1102- Covalent, Ionic and Metallic Bonding in Atoms.
...Amin hiraetha; amin n'rangwa edanea.
Elvenesse; cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'.
If you want to know what that means...ask an Elf. Alternatively, you could ask me- but good luck with that, 'cuz I'm not telling what I said there.
...I'm just feeling mopey now. I can't say I'm feeling homesick; so I'll double up and say I'm mopey.
However. I love my Lothy and my Maxy and my Siren and Av and Cheryl and Shuuu and Clayton and evil Thang and all the beautiful people who frequent my inane yaddlings, kthx.
I'm off, to listen to Adiemus for the 12378978th time.
Im meleth nin. <3